Im tired anymore, my eyes are rainy, so how long will my heart be a party to the atmosphere of grief, I can stop enduring all this sorrow, a fruitless war is useless for any time or too little
. Grief for your love, it is easy to die empty, why dont I want to hit the auction stick in my heart , I dont want the sin of lovelessness to fall, I
dont want to fall into the maze of this road, for the fire of everyone. I want to get ready for firewood or to be a small and empty creature and the world , and the world I want to get off,
everyone is saying good things, but who is good, this middle is bad and good, to you who have reached the bottom of the line of sacrifice, God how
strange the earth is, yes the world, we didnt want to see your heart with you
, I dont want to be in the maze of this road, I want to be ready for the fire, all the firewood or a little creature, etc. I want to get off so much that
youve turned so much and what happened to that ticket of constant luck, tell me who was the part of all the dervishes, all the mystics are the place of love, so where is all these spells and words, where is the good place to pray
, I dont want to be in the maze of this road, I want to prepare a firewood for the fire, or I want to be a small and empty creature, and I want to walk in the world.
